Light

They were born from the clearest, brightest, warmest light. The purest of light. Each tiny, individual light broke and traveled away from the beautiful expanse of light from which they came, and each little light belonged always to that great expanse, the boundlessness that meant Love and Life to each one. As they floated apart, each tiny speck slowly became aware of an abyss of darkness beneath which seemed to loom closer all the time, threatening to engulf and extinguish. Each moment of their existence, the little lights felt the atmosphere swallowed slowly by this darkness, as if it were casting a shadow over their tiny beings. Caught between this growing shadow and their longing for freedom, the little lights simply bumped and bounced along, static and yet always moving. They feared the darkness, but were too dim to realize that though the abyss hung below, the expanse of light shone brighter above; they looked down instead of up. But hope was there; the light was never swallowed by the darkness. The darkness shrank far from the light and once in a while a little speck would make its way slowly back to that expanse. Each one belonged to that beautiful light, always apart of it and always called back to its belonging.